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My oldest rat terrorist is a freak about storms/loud noises.
This morning it was sleeting/raining. I let her out, stayed right there, but it didn’t do any good. She totally freaked, wouldn’t come back inside. Here’s this stupid—and I really mean stupid this time!—mutt sitting in the middle of my yard in the pouring rain, tail wrapped around her legs, head down, shivering. Every time I try to get her, she jumps up and runs like I’m Freddy Krueger and she’s my next victim. This goes on for about 20 mins. I finally started my car—had to go to work. Sometimes she’ll fall for “Wanna go for a ride?” NOt this morning. I chased her around the yard. Again. Several times. I finally told her, “I’ve got to go. Stay out here and freeze.” Got in the truck and headed down the drive. We have a very long driveway. Get to the road, and there she is, right beside my truck. I opened the door and tried to get her in. NO go. I drove all the way back to the house where we started all over again. I finally threw something at her and yelled, “I hope you freeze to death!” At which point she ran into the woods and I came to work. Called my daughter a little later, b/c I really don’t want anything to happen to the stupid mutt, but I was furious. Yep. Stupid dog came in for her, acting like it was all my fault—I wouldn’t let her in and deliberately left her out in the rain and cold.

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she’d been abused. I’ve had Darcy since she was 4 or 5 weeks old, and no one has ever raised a hand to her. Shaking head.

Meanwhile—I’m at work, and I can guarantee you she is curled up in the middle of my queen size bed—under the covers!